Everything is similar, if you look long enough,
Everyone one is familiar, if you are willing to reign in your prejudices enough,
We all have a common bond, if you can bring yourself to accept that,
The true devider is opportunity, or the lack thereof;
My friend, are you willing to concede me that?
Tinkerbell’s envy has turned vengeful,
She’s taken slow-acting cyanide,
And has bloody murder on her mind,
Now with wings splattered with Peter’s blood,
She has Wendy in her sights,
A voice called out, Run, Wendy! RUN!
As Tinkerbell caught up with Wendy,
And watched her life ebb and flow away,
With grim satisfaction in her eyes,
She remembered to whom that voice belonged,
And realised she wouldn’t find the love she longed after even in the afterlife,
Tinkerbell closed her eyes for the final time,
And her body collapsed to the ground next to Wendy’s, lifeless.
Her body can form any shape she wants it to,
She knows the ones that turn you on,
Till you can’t take no more,
‘Cause she’s playing the long con,
To make you blow your entire load!